[his breath shortens, like it typically does, at her touch against his bare skin. she frequently rubs his hipbones like that, lately, and frankly Magnus doesn't know if it's more arousing or calming. he thinks a bunch of stupid, hopeless things about Alex's literally magic touch, and shivers under her ministrations. the hand he's curled into Alex's hair twitches, tightens slightly as he tilts her face up. he presses their lips together, deepening the kiss, savouring the feeling]
[(it's never been that he doesn't want Alex's touch. that's never been the issue)]
Y...yeah. I do. Want you to.
[it's such an understatement he almost feels like bursting out into laughter. it's not just that he lies awake at night thinking of Alex touching him, or that he dreams about it, wakes up flustered and short of breath; thoughts of Alex's skin on his occupy him in the sunlit hours, just as much. but there's nerves and hesitance and Limits in the way he clarifies, not quite bowing into that arc of her;]
Not because of Odin or Peter. ...Not because we won't have, privacy, soon.
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[(it's never been that he doesn't want Alex's touch. that's never been the issue)]
Y...yeah. I do. Want you to.
[it's such an understatement he almost feels like bursting out into laughter. it's not just that he lies awake at night thinking of Alex touching him, or that he dreams about it, wakes up flustered and short of breath; thoughts of Alex's skin on his occupy him in the sunlit hours, just as much. but there's nerves and hesitance and Limits in the way he clarifies, not quite bowing into that arc of her;]
Not because of Odin or Peter. ...Not because we won't have, privacy, soon.